A/N This is my first attempt at a full length fanfiction. i want to look at how Harry will interact with his parents and the marauders but I didn't want Peter there for obvious reasons. I'm not sure if I'm going to look at how this alters the course of time or not. Please read and review if you like it, it will make me keep going with it, thank you for taking the time to read it.

Harry's conversation with Dumbledore at Kings Cross wasn't the last Harry had with the Professor. One night, 3 days after the defeat of Voldemort, Harry was laying on his bed in his old dormitory in Gryffindor tower thinking back over the past 7 years and how much had changed. Since finding out about and entering the wizarding world Harry's life had been completely consumed by Voldemort. He hadn't made it through one year without the dark wizard trying to kill him. As he reflected he realised just how much he had missed out on, he couldn't even remember his parents faces, or playing with them. They were never able to see how much he had achieved. A single tear slid down his face and he closed his eyes.

He found himself stood in a meadow, with green grass stretching endlessly in all directions. Harry wandered for a few minutes for sitting down on the ground and he began absentmindedly playing with a daisy. It was so peaceful here; it was easy to forget all the pain and grief that was currently encompassing his world outside of the dream.

He could feel someone watching him from behind and instinctively reached for his wand, the terrors of the previous year had made him constantly on high alert. But as he turned he lowered his wand, for in front of him stood the very man the he knew would have all the answers that he was looking for. The long white beard and half-moon spectacles were unmistakable, there stood Albus Dumbledore.

Before Harry realised what he was doing he had stood up and launched himself into a hug with the Professor. Dumbledore stumbled a little and let out a quiet laugh and reciprocated the hug. After a few seconds Harry let go and blushed at his sudden outburst.

'Sorry Professor' he mumbled to his shoes.

'Why Harry, I should expect nothing less after what you've just been through' He chuckled, 'Now is there anything on your mind you wanted to talk about?'

'Well Professor, there is one thing…' He trailed off, knowing that the one thing he wanted was the one thing that he could never get.

Dumbledore let out another quiet, knowing chuckle 'You miss your parents'

Harry smiled thankfully at his mentor, 'They never got to know me, and I never got to know them, and I know it's selfish to think this was after all that's happened to other people recently, but I cannot help but just want to speak to them, to tell them everything, to see what they were like. I've lost everyone who ever knew them well, first Sirius, now Lupin-' his voice broke off at this point and he fell to the ground as the grief and guilt once again surrounded him.

'But my boy,' Dumbledore said 'I think I can arrange something for you, take these,' he said passing him two envelopes and a time turner looking device, 'turn the time turner once and it will take you back to your parents 7th year at Hogwarts, make sure you are holding on to everything you wish to take with you. Then when you get there take this first envelope to my past self, the password to my office is peppermint, and give to second envelope to your parents, it explains some of the details so they are unlikely to go mad with confusion. And finally Harry, you will have two weeks there with them, over Christmas, so use it wisely, and enjoy' He smiled at Harry who looked shocked, then utterly blissful, then his smile faltered.

'What about Wormtail…?' the pain and worry in his voice

'He will be going home for Christmas, the only people who stayed in Gryffindor tower that year way your parents, Sirius and Lupin' Dumbledore explained, 'Now with that I shall leave you to enjoy the precious time with your parents' he turned and began to walk away

Harry quickly caught up with him, 'Thank you Professor, for everything' and with that he left the Great Wizard walk away, fading slowly as he did.

Harry lay down on the grass, stroking the soft leaves with his hand, a small smile on his lips hid how much joy he truly felt bubbling up inside him. He closed his eyes to the thought of spending two whole weeks with his parents, the gifts from Dumbledore held firmly in his grasp.